Thursday At The Met

By Ta-Nehisi Coates

This is Regnault'sSalome. I do it a great injustice by reproducing it here on this blog--you can't feel the texture. Please go see it yourself. Again, this is about knowing something is beautiful and not knowing why. It's like I love Coltrane's "Afro-Blue," but I could never really tell you why.

I do know that it's always nice to see an ample, dark-haired woman smiling at you from across the room. Well any woman really, but today this woman. That her blouse is off her shoulder probably helps. When I saw this I actually started smiling myself.

The Met is haunted. Whenever I'm there, I hear voices.
Well one voice telling me all this weird stuff--Get rid
of your cell-phone, Walk everywhere you go, Only eat food that you've
prepared, After you leave here, write for four straight hours, Gather your loved ones and move to Colorado, Disconnect your broadband...